Mermaid Shell: I've been dreaming near every night about my daughter who overdosed on fentynal. Probably for the last week or more.
We
I've been dreaming near every night about my daughter who overdosed on fentynal. Probably for the last week or more.
We are cooking holiday dinners, arranging her furniture in a new place or just looking for a new place. Often we are wondering where the kids are. That's typical 😂
I've studied grief so much over the last decade, but I cannot recall learning about this intensity, 3 years later.
Is it happening over and over because I want to live there, in that place where life was more normal and before she was an addict?
Maybe I am going crazy.
Oh I have an idea actually.
My birthday is Thursday and I won't here her sing on my voicemail anymore.
This must b having something to do with it.
Though right now I am having a love hate with the dreams, because sometimes it just makes me miss her more. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up. And sometimes I am just grateful to see her again.
#griefgonecrazy
Mermaid Shell: I've been dreaming near every night about my daughter who overdosed on fentynal. Probably for the last week or more. We
I've been dreaming near every night about my daughter who overdosed on fentynal. Probably for the last week or more. We are cooking holiday dinners, arranging her furniture in a new place or just looking for a new place. Often we are wondering where the kids are. That's typical 😂 I've studied grief so much over the last decade, but I cannot recall learning about this intensity, 3 years later. Is it happening over and over because I want to live there, in that place where life was more normal and before she was an addict? Maybe I am going crazy. Oh I have an idea actually. My birthday is Thursday and I won't here her sing on my voicemail anymore. This must b having something to do with it. Though right now I am having a love hate with the dreams, because sometimes it just makes me miss her more. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up. And sometimes I am just grateful to see her again. #griefgonecrazy
I've been dreaming near every night about my daughter who overdosed on fentynal. Probably for the last week or more. We are cooking holiday dinners, arranging her furniture in a new place or just looking for a new place. Often we are wondering where the kids are. That's typical 😂 I've studied grief so much over the last decade, but I cannot recall learning about this intensity, 3 years later. Is it happening over and over because I want to live there, in that place where life was more normal and before she was an addict? Maybe I am going crazy. Oh I have an idea actually. My birthday is Thursday and I won't here her sing on my voicemail anymore. This must b having something to do with it. Though right now I am having a love hate with the dreams, because sometimes it just makes me miss her more. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up. And sometimes I am just grateful to see her again. #griefgonecrazy
